The Nether Realm's Machinery

The heat-wave mauls the land
The shell of civilizations hardens
Cities buried miles deep
Housing the ongoing extinction
Between propaganda and disaster
Between war and earthly submission
Distrust molds the scenery
Whatever brought the end is but fiction

The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind
The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute with severed minds

The leaders hoard the hearts of the fair
Mass-producing thoughts for the weak
In every synapse there is corruption
In every action there is corrosion
The higher cast spews their taint
Over a landfill for the masses
The throne of the gorged shines
Above humanity's trespass

The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind
The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute with severed minds
The sane will come to learn the tragedy that befell our kind
The mad will come to learn the truth, and forever mute with severed minds

A bereavement of a civilization lost in time
A cultural invasion, to erase the inherent resistance
That lives in the newly dead

The sane will twist the tragedy, selectively, for a moment of relief
The mad will turn to the mute by the hands of the elite
The sane will twist the tragedy, selectively, for a moment of relief
The mad will turn to the mute by the hands of the elite

When the time is right the people will fight the nether realms' machinery
When time is not the world may find the darkness that consumes our kind
When the time is right the people will fight the nether realms' machinery
When time is not the world may find the darkness that consumes us
The time is now